This blog consists of travel essay's and info on my five books, Behind the Closet Door, Through the Cane Fields, Blood Brothers, Wyatt and The Secret Lives of the Harvested. I'm also a certified Reiki Master/Teacher.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Excerpt from Behind the Closet Door
He watched the rain in
the halo of the motel street light. Mist was rising off the
pavement; the whole place looked spooky, abandoned.
There were only a couple of other cars in the lot. He took
a long pull on his cigarette and watched the smoke curl
out into the night and then disappear.
He tossed the butt out into the rain and watched as it
bobbed in a puddle of slick, oily water. He braced himself
against the cold and thought about going inside but didn’t
feel like talking to Loretta if she was awake.
There was something inside of him, an itch he couldn’t
scratch. It was more than just a longing for adventure or a
new place; he’d tried that before. Plenty of places just like
Caitland, some better, some worse. There was something
in him that wanted to come out and play, something that
had been submerged in the dark for too long. He was
waiting for something to come along and unleash it,
whatever it was and scratch that itch. In the meantime he
supposed that Caitland was just as good a place as any,
and Loretta was a decent woman. She was kind; she took
care of people. She was a giver and he was taker, a perfect
match. He’d hang on a little while longer.